Before I begin the summary of my week, let me just fill you in on the outcome of Anna Jones’ Really Hungry Burger, which I made last night.
Well, I had it again for breakfast. If that isn’t a high praise, I don’t know what is.
It is an absolutely incredible blend of flavours and flawless texture which will be made again when I get the chance. I did have to take a few liberties with the ingredients (I couldn’t find fresh thyme, I’m not making tahini paste and I live in Scunthorpe so if I asked about Medjool dates people would just laugh at me).
I made a couple of alterations based on my little sister’s directions and the resulting burger was, honestly, one of the most delicious things I have ever eaten. It’s not that I couldn’t tell it was vegetarian or anything like that. The truth is, I didn’t care. I knew exactly what it was I was eating and after the first bite, the pang of dismay I felt at a lack of meat washed away to reveal a fervour and intensity that I haven’t really had for food for a while.
I savoured every single bite. I chewed for as long as I could in an attempt to stave off the inevitable end of this burger. It was a revelation and an experience between two toasted buns. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
Now, onto my vegetarian experience…
So, this is it. I have completed a whole week of being vegetarian.
I’m still alive, I have none of the symptoms of protein deficiency and I don’t feel like I have starved myself at all. In order to keep up this week of blogging, I’ve actually eaten more often than usual. Which is a bonus.
Now, for the verdict. Has this changed my mind about my lifestyle and diet?